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[araignee_du_soir]

[Widowmaker had finally extracted herself from all the rigamarole that surrounded a new arrival to make her way to the Mess Hall. With a cup of something almost as blue as the color of her skin sitting on the table before her along with her rifle in its shorter Assault mode, she set the omnicom up so she didn't have to hold it in her hand.

What she did have in her hand was the ring they'd given her upon taking that oath. As if an oath was binding...]

I can certainly understand the need for a vetting process, but it appears to be rather pointless to subject would-be saviors to such repetitive examinations when the results do not change. What is the phrase...? [She idly rolled the ring between her fingers as she thought a moment.] Ah, yes. 'Beggars can't be choosers.'

Perhaps I am simply... special. [There was a slight upturn of her lips at that last word.]

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[vata]

No doctors, no scientists, cross my heart. :)

[araignee_du_soir]

Quite the promise you make there. A friendly face to show me around would be nice.

[vata]

[You have no idea how friendly a face it is, Amélie...]

What can I say? I had to get settled, too. Plus it wasn't like it was easy.

You want me to catch up to you?

Mess Hall's not far, I can be there in a few minutes.

[araignee_du_soir]

Perhaps it will be a blessing then that I require so little.

And I would like that.

[vata]

Looking forward to seeing how true that really is.

Be there soon.

[And true to her own word, She is. Bright blue circuitry patterns (combined with hair that's been combed over the cybernetics across her skull) a sufficient mask for the person Sombra used to be when she slips in to sit beside Widowmaker: legs tucked up beneath her, elbows set against the table. Or at least it would be a sufficient mask if not for the fact that she's dealing a partner that's seen her face both in tactical execution and close quarters, time and time again.

In that sense it's practically a halloween costume. Amélie would see right through it.

Which is why she's already set her omnicom out on the table just a few inches between them, screen lit up with the letters 'Shhh.']

Azúcar. [Her hand is extended cordially in greeting; she clearly expects Widowmaker to play along.]

[araignee_du_soir]

[This must indeed be an alternate dimension: Sombra was shopping at the same boutique as Reaper.

Anyone other than Amélie would have allowed recognition to cross her face, but her expression remained mildly curious in response to someone joining her. Those pale eyes of hers flickered ever so slightly to the omnicom Sombra set down, understanding firing through her thoughts. Whatever game was being played she wouldn't disrupt.

Though that name netted a slight twitch of her lip before it smoothed into a friendly smile. She could still remember what the motions were.]

Widowmaker. [She went to take the hand, but paused a moment.] Do not be alarmed; I am cold to the touch. [And then she shook Sombra's hand.]

[vata]

You know what they say: cold hands, warm heart.

[Her grin widens only by the slightest beat— the only sign it might be an intentional joke— before she's withdrawn again, gathering up her omnicom in the same, swift movement.]

So. [with introductions out of the way, Sombra's already rising to her feet, clearly eager to get the tour under way:] I figure the Observation Deck is a good place to start. Plenty of space, not too many people around— y la vista es agradable.

[araignee_du_soir]

[Cold hands, warm heart? That got a slight chuckle in response, Amélie rising to her feet as well as snapping her omnicom shut before slipping it into her belt. Widow's Kiss was lifted up, resting comfortably against her shoulder - her security blanket in essence - but the half finished glass of blue liquid was left forgotten on the table.]

I have never seen Earth from afar, and less people would be nice. I tend to be of a solitary sort when left to my own devices. [She gestured for Sombra to lead on, taking a moment afterward to slip the Legion ring onto her left hand ring finger.]

[vata]

[It's not an extensive trip, just a few minutes in semi-silence— Sombra casually breaking the soft click of their footsteps to gesture towards murals and monuments to greatness. Heroism. The kind of decorations Amélie might be vaguely familiar with, given her varied history with Overwatch.

Eventually Sombra finds an offset balcony with a stunning view of the stars: broad and brilliant and entirely breathtaking - even for someone so medically short on breath as Widowmaker. A few flashes of violet code, a few swift snaps of her fingers, and they're left alone in silence. Unmonitored.

—and oh, how her demeanor changes then.]

I always knew you'd find your way here, hermosa.

[araignee_du_soir]

[She cast a disinterested eye at the murals, having seen enough of them in her previous life that they all practically blended together. Why should she care for monuments to heroes. The fate of Overwatch showed what eventually became of all so-called heroes.

Her eyes did widen upon seeing the view from the Observation Deck. It was indeed a beautiful sight, providing more than enough time for Sombra to take care that they could speak plainly. Such a relief.

And the first thing Amélie did was laugh as she turned to face Sombra.]

Azúcar? Truly, that is the name you chose to use?

[vata]

For a reason. [Unsettling as it might be, seeing Widowmaker laugh, for Sombra? It's a reward. A relief. Business as usual between them and she's content to return the favor with a sharp, toothy grin of her own, propping herself up against the railing at her companion's side.] You know these hero types. Always wanting something to believe in, something sweet. Kind.

Makes it easier to blend in.

[Or stand out.]

[araignee_du_soir]

I do hope you have managed to acquire useful intel underneath this saccharine facade. I will play along as much as you need. [For now. She didn't want Sombra to get too caught up in her games to lose sight of the real mission - returning to Talon.]

At least one of us needs to blend in. There is too much Overwatch around for me to follow suit. Pity these people believe so much in mercy and non-lethal force. It itches.

[vata]

[Oh, she has lost sight of the original mission, but that's a conversation to broach...carefully. Eventually. Sombra knows her partner well enough to understand what it means if she opts not to return to their old nest.

Their definition of loyalty was always different, after all.]

Confía en mi, I've got it all under control. [Lifting a few glowing nails, sombra takes to idly picking dust out from beneath them. Feigning at distraction.] You just need to play by the rules until then.

[araignee_du_soir]

I have every intention of doing so, as idiotic as it is to let enemies live. If this threat truly is what they say it is, we have a need to stop it. If this lot is the best we have to work with...

[She gave an irritated sigh.] I made it quite clear in my evaluations that I am not driven by psychotic desires, despite what other, less enlightened believe. [And she wasn't; she simply really liked her job.]

I would like a regular means for you and I to converse plainly. You can make it happen, yes?

[vata]

[At that, her attention shifts, flicks upwards to meet Amélie's stare as though she has every intention of confirming that yes— absolutely she has a plan, and here are all her elaborate, well thought-out details:] Gabe is here, too.

Did you know that?

[...so much for sticking to the subject.]

[araignee_du_soir]

[The change of subject was met with a half lowering of her eyelids and a slight displeased sound in the back of her throat. The wires in Sombra's head clearly made it hard for her to focus sometimes.]

I assumed he was here and would make his presence known to me when he felt like it. He and I do not press each other. [They had each others backs when it counted. Amélie knew he wasn't the one she needed to worry about.]

Unless your next words are going to be about how you have already set up a communication web with him that you will be connecting me to, talk about him can wait. You are the one with her fingers in all the pots.

[And for some reason, Amélie glanced over toward the door then back to Sombra, hand reaching up to take her visor off.]

[vata]

[She'd be lying if she said she wasn't wholly invested in dragging this out as long as humanly possible— in irritating her co-conspirator at least a little bit to complete the routine she's been without for weeks, months— which is exactly why Sombra says nothing when her grin turns sharply upwards, bright eyes flicking down again towards her nails.

Coy as anything.] I was getting around to it...

[Still, she's not blind. Not when it comes to the network, linked to the implants housed in her skull and a conlict too easily followed in spite of her silence. Amélie caused a stir: one that seems to be ongoing. If she's shedding her own equipment, there must be a reason for it.]

[araignee_du_soir]

Get around to it faster. We do not have much time.

[She handed the visor to Sombra.] I need you to hold onto this for a bit; if you need to make use of it to patch me into your network do so.

[And then she narrowed her eyes, holding Sombra's for the moment.] Do not make any other adjustments.

[It was delicate equipment that was perfectly calibrated! Which was exactly why she wasn't going to be wearing it when Tracer steamrolled in. It was only a matter of time before she was found and it was best Sombra was out of sight when the Brit caught up to her.]

[vata]

[It's heavier than she'd expected, turning it over in her clawed hands before they coil covetously across that heavily polished, pristine surface. The very picture of a dragon curling atop its hoard, eyes half lidded and glinting for just the faintest, faintest second before bothering to address Amélie directly:]

Try to make her look like the troublemaker, will you?

[The more mistrust and frustration pinned on the former members of Overwatch, the better. At least so far as Talon is concerned.]

[araignee_du_soir]

[Those abnormally pale eyes of hers watched Sombra intensely while the woman caressed one of her most precious possessions. Amélie may require little, but her visor and her rifle were essential. This was an unusual amount of trust that she was putting in another, even for a Talon ally. If anything happened to it, Sombra was going to find out just how hard it was to hide from her.]

I already have it planned. The pain will be well worth it. [There's that wicked curl to her lips. She was going to enjoy making Tracer look like a loose cannon.]

[vata]

[It's the slow blossom of a vicious grin that leaves a pause between Widowmaker's response and Sombra's own: the soft tap of her nails where they're curled around metal in her arms while her shoulders shrug ever so gently in absolute contentment. And agreement.

They're short on time - she needs to leave.

A flicker of visible, fractured code. Violet light fading away into nothingness, Sombra disappearing where she stands.] I'll leave you to it.

[A beat, and then:] Cheers, love.

[araignee_du_soir]

[Sombra was surely still close enough under her cloak to see the smile turn up just that much more at those parting words. She almost threw back her own parting phrase, but decided it best to prepare for Tracer. She could hear that annoying thing strapped to her chest already.]